stopped
leaning on the wall
the whole street looks
different
the sun is brighter
I never lean
smoke a cigarette
the battered chrome
lighter rasps open
take a drag staring
off into the clouds
while traffic rolls
past..see the faces
staring out...

feel like I was coasting
rolled to a stop

I remember this feeling well
just breathe in..enoy the moment
under the shade of the overhang
the anonymous minute
between this and that
sorting through the bric a brac
putting up the plot
with thumb tacks
tying it together with
highways of string

like I like to turn over
my spinner
ring
cause nothing settles
like sediment
each casual wind
raises up the
blank
in the murk where
random lurk
like checking
selfies for
each given
clue
when you know
the love
is mutual
and true

aura gleaming
off the glass
the heat like
a mist
stay low stay
slow so I dont
get pissed
all the hair trigger
fingers
tightning in the
sun
sweeping like a
patrol keep
focus on the fun

halfway from
where I was
to where I will
...